The apartment air felt thick after the maid's tearful confession.
Mrs. Choi sat on the edge of the couch, uniform wrinkled, hands twisting in her lap. Her eyes were red from crying, but the fear had shifted—now it was shame mixed with something darker. Relief, maybe. Or resignation.
Ji-eun stood in front of her—still naked under the open robe, cum drying on her inner thighs from the earlier family session. Her hand rested lightly on her stomach, protective.
"You said your son needed money. Gambling debt. That's why he planted the cameras?"
Mrs. Choi nodded, voice small.
"He came with me one day. Said he'd help carry supplies. I trusted him. I didn't know he was recording… until the blackmail started. He showed me the videos. Said if I told anyone, he'd ruin me too."
Dad paced slowly behind the couch. His shirt was unbuttoned, chest still flushed from fucking Yumi earlier.
"And he has backups. Even after we smashed the cameras."
Mrs. Choi looked up, terrified.
"He keeps everything on an encrypted drive. Hidden. He said… if anything happened to him, it would auto-send to news sites. To your company. To the police."
Yumi sat cross-legged on the floor, shorts pulled up but stained, her small tits rising with quick breaths.
"Then we find the drive. We make him give it up."
Min-jae leaned against the wall, arms crossed, cock still half-hard under his pants from watching Ji-eun seduce the maid.
"We go to his place. Tonight. Before he runs."
Dad stopped pacing. Looked at his wife.
"Ji-eun?"
Ji-eun's eyes were cold fire.
"We go. All of us. We end this."
Mrs. Choi stood.
"I'll take you. I know where he hides. But… please. Don't hurt him. He's my son."
Ji-eun stepped closer. Touched Mrs. Choi's cheek.
"We won't hurt him. But he will learn what happens when you threaten a family."
Ji-eun kissed her—soft at first, then deeper. Mrs. Choi gasped, but melted into it. Ji-eun's hand slid between the maid's legs, rubbing through the uniform skirt.
"You watched us. Now you'll help us. And when it's over… you'll stay. You'll be ours."
Mrs. Choi moaned softly.
"Yes… Mrs. Kim…"
Ji-eun pulled back.
"Change. Wear something easy to remove. You're coming with us."
They dressed quickly—dark clothes, hoods, masks. Ji-eun in a tight black dress, no bra, no panties. Yumi in leggings and a hoodie. Min-jae and Dad in jackets. Mrs. Choi borrowed a coat from Ji-eun—too big, but it hid her uniform.
They drove in Dad's black SUV—rain streaking the windows, city lights blurring. Mrs. Choi gave directions from the back seat, voice trembling.
The building was old, rundown—Mapo-gu backstreets. Graffiti on walls. Dim stairwell smelling of mold.
Mrs. Choi led them to the fourth floor. Apartment 407.
She knocked.
"Jun-ho? It's Mom. Open up."
Silence.
Dad pushed forward.
"Open it. Or we break it."
Mrs. Choi pulled out a spare key. Hands shaking. Unlocked.
The door creaked open.
Dark inside. A single lamp on.
A young man—early 20s, skinny, hoodie up—sat at a desk. Laptop open. Webcam light red. Recording.
He looked up. Saw them.
"Mom? What the—"
Dad stepped in first. Closed the door. Locked it.
Jun-ho stood. Backed up.
"You… you can't just—"
Ji-eun moved like a predator. Dropped her coat. Stood in the tight black dress, curves on full display.
"You recorded my family fucking. You blackmailed us. You threatened my unborn child."
Jun-ho's eyes dropped to her stomach. Then lower. His cock visibly hardened in his pants.
Ji-eun noticed. Smiled.
"You got off on it, didn't you? Watching my son fuck me. Watching my husband fuck my daughter. Watching us cum."
Jun-ho swallowed.
"I… I needed money."
Ji-eun stepped closer.
"You need something else now."
She knelt. Unzipped him. His cock sprang free—average, but hard as steel.
She took him in her mouth—slow, deep.
"Mmm… tastes like fear."
Jun-ho groaned.
"Mrs. Kim…"
Yumi and Min-jae watched. Dad too.
Ji-eun sucked harder. Pulled off.
"Delete the files. Now. Or I stop."
Jun-ho scrambled to the laptop. Hands shaking. Deleted folders. Emptied trash. Showed the empty drive.
Ji-eun stood.
"Good boy."
She turned to Min-jae.
"Fuck me here, son. In front of him. Show him what he tried to destroy."
Min-jae pushed Ji-eun against the desk. Lifted her dress. Thrust into her pussy—hard.
"Fuck Mommy's pregnant cunt, son. Right here."
Ji-eun moaned loud.
"Yes… pound me… fill me while he watches."
Yumi knelt beside Jun-ho. Took his cock in her mouth. Sucked while Min-jae fucked Ji-eun.
Dad watched, stroking himself.
"Look at my family. Look what you tried to ruin."
Jun-ho came in Yumi's mouth—fast, surprised. Yumi swallowed.
Min-jae pounded harder.
"Mommy… I'm gonna cum…"
Ji-eun clenched.
"Do it. Breed Mommy again. In front of him."
Min-jae exploded—cum flooding her womb.
Ji-eun came—screaming.
They pulled back.
Ji-eun looked at Jun-ho.
"You're done. Leave Seoul. Never come back. Or we send the police everything—including your gambling debts."
Jun-ho nodded frantically. Grabbed a bag. Ran.
Mrs. Choi cried softly.
"Thank you…"
Ji-eun pulled her close. Kissed her.
"You're family now."
They drove home—rain easing.
In the apartment, they stripped again.
Ji-eun lay on the bed.
"All of you. Fuck me. Celebrate."
Dad took her mouth. Min-jae her pussy. Yumi her tits. Mrs. Choi licked her clit.
They came—together. Loud. Raw.
Ji-eun's stomach fluttered.
The baby kicked—for the first time.
She smiled through tears.
"He's strong. Like his father."
Min-jae kissed her stomach.
"Like all of us."
They slept tangled.
But in the morning—the buzzer rang.
A package.
No sender.
Inside—a ultrasound photo. Fake. But identical to what Ji-eun would have soon.
Note:
*Congratulations again. But this time… it's real. And I have the hospital records. See you at the birth.*
The family stared.
The blackmailer wasn't gone.
He was waiting for the baby.
To be continued…
The blackmailer knows about the pregnancy timeline. He's waiting at the hospital. What will the family do when the baby is born—and the final threat arrives?